Journal extract from a spanko as a minor.

3/2/05

Quiero unas nalgadas bien dadas, either I get what I want or I will be a mess for the rest of my life. Una cintareada seria major. Quisiera que alguien me diera una buena zurra en mis nalgas. no quiero una vara ni latigo. Almejor el cepillo, la mano, el cinto (ancho 2") preferably, regla (ancha) y paddle de ping pong, una tambien de cuero, tambien la chancla. Pero yo se que nunca nadie me va a dar. so, espero que a mi futuro esposo le guste darme nalgadas. porque siempre si estubiera feliz que me nalgueara siempre.

I've always felt writing in Spanish has always been more dramatic, so whenever my feelings are strong, I express it by writing in spanish. The above extract is what I found in my journal from my senior year in high school. Its rough translation is as fallows:

3/2/05

I want a good sound spanking, either I get what I want or I will be a mess for the rest of my life. A belting would be better. I would like for someone to give a good thrashing to my buttocks. I don't want the cane nor whip. Maybe a hairbrush, hand, belt (wide 2") preferably, ruler (wide), and ping pong paddle, a leather one as well, a flip flop as well. But I know no one will ever spank me. So, I hope my future husband will enjoy spanking me, because then I would always be happy, getting spanked all the time.

Oh how I wish I could have told my 16 year old self to not despair, also to be open minded about trying new implements. The cane has become a favorite of mine. I take it that by this time I had already been reading spanking stories online and is how I came to know about canes, since I clearly remember only wishing for the belt as a kid, which ironically has become something I consider wimpy, (leather straps work better).

Here's another expert from earlier in high school:

Monday, January 3, 2003.

My butt is bruised. why? b/c i beat myself w/ my dad's belt. 1st i put my pants and panties down then i squirted water on my naked butt then i beat myself as hard as i could several times. why? because i'm a naughty girl. 1st i didn't do my HW on time then i lied about it + i'm in probation.

I laughed and cried at the same time. I don't know why I didn't believe in capitalizing nor writing out complete words when I was 14. Also, I don't' remember what home work I was referring to. As I stumbled upon this journal I also stumbled onto my report cards. I attended a high school program with accelerated classes, etc. Anyways, I was always on and off probation, good standard one semester, probation the next. The minimum GPA to remain in the school was a 3.5, upon looking at my GPA with one semester in, I was at 3.465.

I don't think that by this time I had read spanking stories, so I only knew I wanted to be spanked with the belt. I clearly remember desperately wanting to be spanked around the age of 14 though, I remember awaiting with eagerness to be home alone so I could spank myself. This only happened a few times, since I was hurting my arm with the awkward twisting. Some kids masturbated, I self spanked.

Funny story about the word masturbation. At 16, church youth were surveyed on different sexual topics, one question was whether masturbation was morally ok. I honestly don't remember learning about it in the middle school health class, I was probably day dreaming about spanking since it was in the same classroom where English was taught and the English teacher would share spanking memoirs from when he was in school. Anyways, I was a 16 year old girl, my friends at the time were two 18 year old guys and a couple of girls in their early 20s. I was sitting next to the two guys during this survey, I turn to my one guy friend and ask him, "hey what's masturbation?" he blushed beet red and told me to ask one of the girls, who was sitting in front of us. She didn't know how to tell me either. Once I told my friend from school what had happened, she told me we were taught about it in 8th grade.

Maybe if I continue reading journal entries I'll find more spanking dreams of my unspanked self.

Apparently my mother does not think I'm too old for a spanking.

I was woken up at 4:00 am, I had set the alarm for 3:00 am. however, I slept through it. I was woken, yelled at, this pissed me off. Fortunately for them, the trip being so early, I slept through it. The way back, that's a different story; my phone died, I had to pee, and I absolutely abhor being in a car longer than 30 minutes. Every exit was ignored, I was told I would be given to a trucker, that I was making things worse for myself. I was a complete nuisance.

Once home, I laid on my parents' bed, too exhausted to bother moving, my mom repeated herself multiple times to get off. I didn't listen. Next thing I know, she has taken off my flip flop, lowered my my shorts and panties and she's smacking my bare bottom; I reached back, she smacked my hand and part of my bottom that remained covered. I reached back again to pull on my shorts and got up. Fortunately for me she wasn't aware I had made the trip back miserable for everyone else. In my defense, they were told we would need to pull into a rest stop an hour into the trip.

Bucket list: Summer 2012

I'm feeling daring, so here is a list for public spankings:

1. Ice cream parlor

2. Belt spanking on the side of the road

3. Ear pulling, anywhere, everywhere. ( Not spanking, but still)

4. Over bike rack

5. Food court

6. Reading Garden

7. Restaurant

8. Water fountain

9. Pier

Will come up with a few more when inspired

Implements I have yet to be spanked with

Carpet beater

Birch

Slipper

Ruler

This is a list of the professionals who have spanked me.

CPR instructor

Geek squad agent
Truck driver
Drummer
Business men
Nurses
Bank teller
Electrical engineer
Book writer
Vietnam veteran
Media technician
Chemical engineer
Canvasser
Hair stylist
Reporter
Retirees
College students
Paramedic

Bar Tender

The more you ride your bike, the less your butt will hurt.

I haven't been in the mood for a good thrashing but if Eric ever has some free time I hardly ever hesitate to head over.

You see, Eric, he's pretty laid back. And almost every time I meet with him, the spankings are relaxed. Unless, I confess to some misdeed.

So despite the fact that I have some severe promised spankings when Eric mentioned he was free on Monday I didn't hesitate to bike over.

I love it most when he simply just spanks me with his hand. However, he knows I love intense spankings at times. These past few warm months I have been pretty wimpy, mostly because riding a bike on a blistered bottom isn't the most enjoyable feeling in the world. So in order to enjoy miles on the saddle I was cautious on whom I allowed to spank me.

Monday, Eric decided it's been long enough of hand spankings. He asked what I was in the mood for, and as always I said, hand. He suggested the cane, I admitted I had thought about it. So after I got a hand spanking, bending over I was, holding on to my knees for a real canning. I was a total wimp, I got up after nearly every cut.

He suggested some leather, back over his lap I went. I've discovered it's not just the hairbrush I hate, but more like any implement that can be effectively used while otk. The leather paddle was wicked; I kicked, nearly kicking his head every time. Next thing I know, my arms are locked behind me, my legs are locked, and he's wielding that dammed leather paddle on my poor bottom. I didn't ask him to stop, I just broke free, landing on my bottom, causing a carpet burn on my burning butt.

He asked me if I had enough, I admitted defeat, so when he calls me over, I think it's for a hug. But no, back over his knee I went for more hand spanking and eventually a bit more relaxed paddling.

This morning I get a text, I cracked the cane. Ha! Probably when I was being a baby and took the last over my jeans.

Granted, the bike ride home was a blast.

ps I have successfully avoided the hairbrush since April when a girl used it on me. So, I've decided since men use combs on their hair; feminine objects such as a hairbrush, and even wooden kitchen implements will be reserved for females only to use on me. I've decided to reinforce the patriarchy :P

It's the first snow fall of the season. It isn't winter yet.

This is the story of a girl, a girl who likes to be spanked. As a matter of fact she loves to be spanked; sometimes she even needs to be spanked.

However, there are times when she desperately wants to be spanked, she wants it so bad, she accepts a date for her spanking, then, when she finally has one scheduled, she cancels. Then, she wants one again, more fervently than before. The cycle is never ending.

Until she gets spanked.

And then, she's insatiable. She schedules a week of spankings.

THEN

She feels sick to her stomach. Overwhelmed, Saddened that there is no such thing like Melody's Nano Lotion in real life.

Ok, so this blog, didn't come out like I wanted it to, and for some reason I wrote it in third person. But, you, reader get the point.

I have 3 pending spankings. I haven't' been in the mood for a through spanking. Yeah, yeah. I have heard it plenty; Spankings are not for when I feel like it, and should take my medicine whenever it is deemed necessary by the spanker. Wrong. As the spankee, I am the one who makes the choice. Trust me, I use this to my advantage. Also, all three of the spankers have promised to give me the "hardest spanking of my life" for when I feel like it. Oh how patient they are. However, I know for a fact that no matter how hard they want to spank me, their hearts soften upon cries. They're spankers not monsters.

Do I feel guilty? maybe. I mean, how lame is it to opt out of a spanking just because I know I can?

I am not necessarily a naughty girl. I do love to get spanked. Sometimes, I do push too far. But if the spanker is patient enough, which I later learn, even if I forget a second later, I shouldn't have pushed too hard.

And then, when I do push too many buttons, my poor, tiny bottom is the one who suffers most. A spanker, well over six feet, his hand will most likely cover a whole entire cheek.